Page 102 of Alfie: Part Two

“Did you shower?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm. I wanted to be ready.” He pulled himself up and spread my legs apart with his knees. Right after, I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass, and he gripped my hips. “It’ll have to be quick, baby boy.”

Yup, I was good with that. We knew it was going to be a long day, so it was best to start it off with a nice release.

I dove into service mode and got up on all fours for him, and he made another sound of approval.

“Fuck, you have the most exquisite little ass…” He stroked my cheeks and only pushed the tip of his cock inside me. Then he rubbed his fingers around my opening, and I clenched up. “Perfect,” he whispered. “I want you to fuck yourself on me.”

Fuck yes.

He started easing back to sit on his heels, so I followed eagerly and took more and more of him. It was slow, it was fiery, it was sensational. Way more friction than when we used oil.

Each wave of excitement that rolled over me woke me up and made me greedy.

Before long, I was rolling my hips and fucking myself on his cock, and he let me control the pace while he kissed my neck and stroked me off. He used both hands and cupped my balls too.

More. Deeper. Harder. Faster.

I let out a moan and picked up the pace. My breathing turned shallow, and I felt his internal struggle with self-restraint with every thrust. He wanted to take over, but I did have one magical power for quickies. Nobody could get him off faster than me when I went to town on him. He sucked in sharp breathsand grunted through clenched teeth, and his touches became rougher and laced with more desperation.

“I’ll get you there,” I moaned.

He muffled a groan against my neck and stroked me faster.

A moment later, he had to slap a hand over my mouth because I became too loud. Fuck, sorry, but I couldn’t help it. It felt so damn good to let go of all my inhibitions. I slammed down and eased up, constricting my muscles as much as I could, and it pulled me closer toward my orgasm.

“I’m so close, baby,” he gritted out.

“Fill me, papi,” I whimpered. My heart raced, and I could hear my own pulse. I flushed with heat and went as fast as I could, and he was about to kill my fight. He rubbed my cock greedily, twisting his grip slightly on the upstroke, and it set off one shudder after another. “I’m gonna make a mess.”

“Make a filthy mess for me,” he urged, out of breath. “Come all over yourself.”

I sucked in a breath and screwed my eyes shut before it was all over. My climax rolled in quickly and crashed down on me, and I cried out, only to choke on my next breath. I had to hold it. Hold my breath, just like that, to prolong the pleasure. Oh my God, I came so hard.

It took me a moment to register his sounds. He was coming too, and he sank his teeth into my flesh.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Shivering and panting, I let my head loll back to his shoulder, and I grew super sensitive to his touches.Gah, I fucking trembled when he rubbed a hand up my chest.

“Too sensitive,” I gasped.

He blew out a breath and returned his sticky hands to my hips.

I shuddered once more. I definitely needed a shower.

I’d coated my abs and thighs with my load. And his hands.

“Christ,” I breathed out.

“I needed that.” He kissed the spot below my ear and lingered. “Today’s going to be rough.”

Yeah, probably.

“We’ll text a lot,” I murmured.

As if on cue, his phone went off, and he rested his chin on my shoulder.

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